My Journey On A Tight Rope

The roads I chose, led me onto a tightrope,

Miles thereon, did I travel, with certain hopes,

Knotty it was, at several points,

Threatening to break, at enfeebled joints

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Aye, lauding myself, for my nonchalant spunk,

I kept persevering, revelling in blind triumphs,

My sprit indomitable, my legs unstopping,

I set out to break, an unaccomplished bourn

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Nothing’s impossible under the sun, I’d perceived,

For only fools give up fast, the wise never quit,

And often priding on my tenacious nerve,

I’d savour the adrenaline rush of this quest

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I traversed on and on, over a lonesome path,

Unchaperoned, unattended, a solitary lass,

Only to espy, at some zenith, in shock,

It’s a forever, queer voyage, on a rope that perpetually rocks

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Time slipped, with nothing I had gained,

The journey, nevertheless, resulted in mere pain,

It was here, at this juncture, I settled on a stopgap,

I climbed off the rope and embarked on the beaten track

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